Veronica Venin
Nicknames: V, The Madame
Age:23
Role:Sailor
Appearance: Is a bit shorter than average standing only about 5,3 attempts to compensate by wearing high-heeled boots. That doesn't stop her from getting her way though either through manipulation or the edge of her sword doing the 'requests.'Her hair coal black being waist length generally tied back with a ribbon of some sort, on the occasion it is styled a bit more formally in an elegant bun. Her skin is lightly reddish due to the curse slowly molding itself over her body, she has learned to ignore it though. Once icy blue eyes have turned crimson, the algae seems to elegantly line her eyelids like eyeshadow, if this was on purpose or by accident Veronica has learned to maintain the growth. The curse seems to have spread over personal possessions as well as shown with her former fiancΓ©'s necklace. It takes almost the appearance of a spider web made from silver starting from her throat down to her chest, miniature sapphires line the chain at each thread. The algae has managed to take over the silver chain giving it an almost sinister-appearance now, only the twinkling sapphires remain, yet even as the curse spreads even those will be gone.
Another side affect from the curse seems to be fond of attaching itself to anything prized by its' host. Perhaps the fondest feature Veronica has on her body is the numerous tattoos that mark her body. The oldest is located on her hip of a grinning fox, the algae has made it seem even more life-like giving the ink 'fur' so to speak..it would appear that the fox wears a collar with a name tag on it although it is too covered with algae to decipher. Various lines of ink are located on her arms, too covered with a thin layer of algae to be noticeable. Her newest tattoo has managed to survive the invasion as it is located just her collarbone with the words "Caged Bird" with elegant script. It is perhaps her most personal tattoo.
Personality: Has a lively and excitable persona around most people, eager to talk to even total strangers. Can be a bit flirtatious especially after just waking up early in the morning in an almost daze-like state. That being said, may the gods have mercy for anyone who has to do the chore rousing her from sleep, only to find themselves being clung on by an exhausted Veronica, affectionate as a puppy. That is not to say that she is a ray of sunshine every single hour of the day, can be a bit ill-tempered and moody around sunset as if the time alone brings back old memories..not all of them good. In a fight she is the example of fighting dirty ranging from using false tears to groin attacks in order to get the upper hand on often larger enemies. Loyal to only her own ambitions, the only reason she is currently on the Seashell is that it was at the time the only way to escape a seemingly dire situation.
Likes:
Fond of cats
Long hair
Fine Wine
Assorted gems
Sunrises
Musicians
Dislikes:
One-sided love
Sunsets
Hangovers
Marriage
Skills:
Is more than capable when wielding a rapier, to say that she is able cause a fatal blow would be an understatement. There is a rumor that her dress was once a beautiful light teal color, only to become stained over time with the blood of fallen enemies changing light into dark. Seems to be fond of knitting in her spare time and can found doing so in the evening leaning against the mast of the ship.
Weaknesses:
Can be clumsy both in the physical and mental sense. Meaning that you should never ever trust her with any sort of secret as she is bound to accidentally let it slip from her mouth. In the physical sense, one could either blame her need to be a bit taller with those bloody high-heeled boots, resulting her on the occasion loosing her balance. Or it could be that she just has a terrible sense of balance, anyone with fragile duties such as washing dishes would rather be ran through than giving her the duty.
Can be a heavy-drinker if feeling moody enough, resulting in less than adequate job performance. Although being drunk makes her even more unpredictable as one sailor can attest after getting his head split open by a bottle being thrown at him by a less than sober Veronica. Being drunk of course generally is more trouble than it is worth. Collapsing in an exhaustive heap in the middle of a fight is certain way to get killed.
Becomes totally closed off at the mention of her fiancee either due to rage or fear, not many people can attest the reason. It is as if the single mention of his name causes her to burst into tears. If she were ever to meet him again...well it could be a safe bet that either she or him are going out in a casket.
Fears:
Running into her ex-fiancee
Being held captive
Thrown off the Seashell without the curse being broken first.
History:
The fifth daughter of an already financially strained household, her father was a lower middle class pub owner while her mother attempted to provide more income through selling knitted items ranging from wool socks to large comfort blankets. This was how Veronica spent much of her childhood in the upstairs storage room surrounded by her sisters and loving mother and constant piles of wool. Her relationship with her father was strained at best due to his constant devotion to the pub, perhaps the only affection he had shown her was a tried pat on the head and the occasional "please" when she grew old enough to actually help down at the bar. At the age of sixteen her life changed drastically as a handsome, but tried looking musician came into the pub seeking a hot meal and a cool drink of beer. Giddy with delight Veronica eager to meet the handsome stranger resulted in her tripping over her own feet and drenching the man with ale. Crimson with shame, she was surprised when the man merely laughed and mentioned something about violins sounding better after being drenched in alcohol. Thus their courtship began within that awkward moment..
Her parents were both thrilled and surprised at her choice of a husband, a poor musician would not be able to make a warm household, regardless of how happy a home it would be. Happiness would not put food on the table..thankfully the man had another talent with drawing maps. Yet in order to bring in income, the man would be gone on long voyages acting as the navigator for wayward ships. Thus the engagement was put off for two years, until the man managed to scrap up enough money for a decent household..two long bitter years. Gone was the enchantment with her dainty violinist, yet she would be without any future possibilities so she waited. Her life changed for the worst the day of her wedding, a crisp cool evening making the simple wedding ceremony seem even more beautiful. The groom was late, although many were not surprised at that fact as the man despite being talented with keeping times for others was not with his own. Who would of thought that an hour would change both bride and grooms paths in life. When the groom had finally arrived, the once tranquil wedding had turned into a massive crime scene..with the wedding party reduced to one blood-soaked bride, her pure white gown turned crimson with the blood of loved ones. The groom shocked to see his bride cradling the corpse of her beloved father who appeared to be stabbed through the heart.
The reason behind the senseless bloodshed, a group of rowdy sailors drunk off their pay and power came looking for the humble groom who owed them a debt for saving his life on numerous occasions. The blood price would be paid by those close to him it was then decided, their wedding present was leaving the weeping bride alive..unsoiled and untouched. The groom's reward for finding his wife alive was to be called a 'heartless coward and a bastard..' followed by a harsh slap in the face and the demands that he begun from her sight. That was the last he saw her until years later...
His blushing bride gone in her place, a rowdy alcoholic pirate who appeared to be paying her tabs with sexual favors. His darling wife reduced to such a lowly state only to be surprised to find the tip of a blade pointed at his chest when angrily demanding an explanation. Her only answer was getting the blade through his chest, leaving him a scar of her love. She fled..onto a strange pirate ship called the Seashell..and thus her story began.
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"spontaneous combustion"